Dear S-Person (1)

 

 

 

Hi S-Person,

It's me!  It's a little after 7:00, and I just got home from Ozzie’s going-away party.  It was held at The Corner, a restaurant and Bar in Huntington Beach.  It’s kind of customary that whenever someone leaves, be it quitting or retirement, that they have a get together at The Corner.  I want to take you here someday.  From the 48 hour fries and their secret sauce to the eclectic cocktails:  Dark and Stormy, Moonshine Mohito, and Antioxidant Intoxicants, you’re sure to find something that will delight.  What was it that you’re allergic to?  You’ll have to remind me.  Well, it was fun to see some of the people from work and their spouses in an-other-than-work sort of setting.  For some strange reason, though, I kept wishing I was with you.  My wife wondered what was up.  I told her I had an upset stomach which was partly the truth, but as much as it pains me to say it S-Person, I am hooked. 

            Even after all this time, (What has it been?  Seven years already?)I’ve been keeping a little part of myself safe.  It hasn’t been intentional, but after being burned many times before and after reconciling my own celibate relationship with my wife, I’ve protected myself a little.  Again, it has not been intentional, and I haven’t held anything out on you.  I’ve been totally upfront and not hidden anything from you.  Somehow, even when I was falling for you, I managed to keep something safe though.  I can see now that maybe I’m not as scared, or maybe I can’t hide any longer.  Whatever the case, I still can’t make any promises about what will happen in the future.  Only time will tell us that.  But if you want to give this a shot with me, I’ll give it a shot with you.  Between the two of us, we might just be able to make it work. 

            I want so badly for it to be Christmas break already.  I don’t know how I can wait to see you again.  The thought of spending an entire weekend with you after so long…how will I survive?  We should have so much fun with that time together; plus, I’ll see to it that you get your Scarlet Letter essays graded and your lesson planning done.  I know I can help.  I’ve always liked to play school, that along with doctor of course. 

            I hate to go, but I have to go over to Ozzie’s house for the second part of the party.  I’ll be home from it early (being the good boy that I am) because I have to be up to play baseball tomorrow morning at 7:00 a.m.  It’s a city league that I’ll tell you more about later.  I’ll finish up after our practice.  I love you S-Person. 

            10:45 p.m.—Well, I just got home from Ozzie’s; it was fun, even though I felt out of place without a spouse.  Margaret stayed home.  She had another lupus flare up and was extremely tired.  Again, I got a chance to talk to some people outside the atmosphere of the corporate office:  no suits, no ties, and no titles.  Kind of refreshing.  I’m going to bed now, and all I wish is that you were here to make my bed a little warmer and a little less empty.  Although Margaret and I have grown closer, we still often sleep in our Jack and Jill beds.  I feel so alone.  Somehow I’ll survive for another week until I see you (I don’t know how, but somehow…and someday…)

            Good morning.  It’s 9:30 and I got back a little while from baseball.  I didn’t play too great, but it wasn’t terrible either.  I’m going to get in the shower soon, but first I want to tell you something that happened to me last week.  I was sitting at work Wednesday morning working with my usual Excel spreadsheets and the phone rang.  I figured that like usual when my phone rings, it would be for the guy who previously had my phone number.  Instead what I got was quite the surprise.  I answered it and it was Brianna Costello, one of  my good friend Chuck’s sisters.  She’s a doctor here in town, and she invited me over for lunch today.  Chuck and Pamela are up here for the weekend, so she thought it would be fun to surprise them and have me come over.  I’m looking forward to it; I haven’t had a chance to talk to Chuck or Pamela for quite awhile.  I’d like to know how both of them are doing. 

            So, with that slight digression, I guess I should go for now.  Margaret is at the doctor’s office, and I’m going to go shower, so I can be nice and clean for my “lunch date.”  I hope “The Messiah” goes well (or should I say went since you’ll be reading this after it’s done).  I’m sure you knocked ‘em dead.  I’ll talk to you this week sometime to finalize our plans for next weekend.  Take care and stay healthy.  I’m thinking about you silly girl! 

                                                                                               

Love, Max